Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.